Anna has broken free of the Robinson OCD and acquired the ability to sleep in without guilt. So after a leisurely morning spent mostly in bed, Lauren, Anna, Nathan, and I piled into the "late" car and made the trip south to the beautiful fishing village of Cassis.
Undeterred by a few wrong turns and many loops through construction-addled Marseilles, we finally reached our destination just before 2pm. A walk through the stone-and-pebble beach and around the docked boats brought us at last into the hungry presence of Mom, Dad, and Sam. They'd been waiting in the beautiful harbor for quite a while and had the lunch situation all scoped out. First couple of choices were
ferme (closed), but we finally settled on L'Oustau de la Mar. We feasted on seafood, salt air, and a view of the shining harbor over our shoulders.
The "young ones" then stuck around and enjoyed sunset at the beach. (Did I mention that the weather was about 20 degrees Fahrenheit warmer by the beach? Life was good.)
Finally, we piled back into the car and had an exciting time finding our way home in the dark with a barely-adequate map. But we made it at last and were rewarded with a large, Showalter-style "grazing" dinner.
Undeterred by a few wrong turns and many loops through construction-addled Marseilles, we finally reached our destination just before 2pm. A walk through the stone-and-pebble beach and around the docked boats brought us at last into the hungry presence of Mom, Dad, and Sam. They'd been waiting in the beautiful harbor for quite a while and had the lunch situation all scoped out. First couple of choices were ferme (closed), but we finally settled on L'Oustau de la Mar. We feasted on seafood, salt air, and a view of the shining harbor over our shoulders.
The "young ones" then stuck around and enjoyed sunset at the beach. (Did I mention that the weather was about 20 degrees Fahrenheit warmer by the beach? Life was good.)
Finally, we piled back into the car and had an exciting time finding our way home in the dark with a barely-adequate map. But we made it at last and were rewarded with a large, Showalter-style "grazing" dinner.
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